Vampire Reborns Novels & Stories

"The babies are dead! My pup died, and yours died too. Perfect, so perfect!" My eyes burned red. I lunged with the knife to avenge my children. Suddenly, Thorne burst in. From his body, a small vampire flew out, its fangs bared in a bloodthirsty grin, diving straight for Clara's neck. In an instant, Clara spat blood and collapsed, eyes wide in death. The little vampire clung to my arm and spoke. "Mommy, I avenged you." It was Zeal's voice. Zeal had become my child once more.

"Emily, I’m here for my check-up." The familiar voice gave me a jolt. Looking around, a bold thought hit me. Had I been reborn? Mechanically, I took the paperwork from Mira’s hand. My eyes scanned the form for the tests listed, the date, and the truth sank in. Yes, I had been given a second chance. I looked at Mira’s innocent face and felt the urge to tear her apart. In my last life, I was blinded by the way she treated me and actually believed her family thought of me like one of their own.

That was how hybrids came into existence with vampires marrying witches so as to increase their population. After years of peace, the first ever vampire werewolf hybrid was born. No one believed it was possible but it happened and that child was declared the strongest amongst all supernaturals. That child was prince Arthur, born of an Alpha wolf and an elite vampire. He left the palace as a kid to learn how to use his abilities and since then no one had heard from him, until this very moment. *** “Fine, what news?” Sheila asked and Elsa smiled brightly. “Prince Arthur is back! The royal counsel had announced it early this morning!” She gushed and Margery chuckled.

Etienne jested and Nadine rolled her eyes. Actually, she was still stunned and her mind was spinning. She had no idea how to handle the fact that she had been reborn! She looked down at her hands—young, unscarred, unburdened by the pain she had carried in her previous life. She was seventeen again, and in just a few hours, she would turn eighteen.

Now, the blood has been washed away and it was so glaring. I was reborn as Alyssa Arnold. "What!" I yelled, forgetting I was in the car. The remaining words stuck in my throat when I saw Tristan's warning gaze. How is this possible? Why am I reborn as Alyssa Arnold? And, how come Alyssa Arnold was going through a lot? The Alyssa Arnold everyone knows was a happy woman in a happy marriage.

But the revenants began to rise. Not to attack. Not to feed. To kneel. Row upon row of dark, stitched creatures bowing in the snow— as the rift cracked fully open— and a silhouette stepped through. Broad shoulders. Crown of bone. Light like dying stars bleeding from its outline. Magnus Veyr. Alive. Changed. Wrong. His voice rolled across the snow: “Daughter of the First Blood… Did you really think death could hold me?” Lyra couldn’t breathe. Vale’s grip crushed her hand.

He was very handsome rather than ugly. Besides, the zombie told me that he was going to be reborn, so there was no way that Emilio could be him. … When I heard that a zombie had been spotted in Mt. Ghost Maiden, I broke my promise to the tomb owner and returned to the tomb. I saw with my own two eyes as Emilio transformed back into the ugly zombie. He then shed his skin before transforming back to his human appearance. It turned out that the tomb owner hadn't been reborn at all, which made sense since zombies weren't qualified to go through the process of rebirth.

I can walk, and my hands and eyes are functional." As I pondered this miraculous transformation, the door to the room slowly creaked open, and in walked a man. A man I knew all too well, a man who had been my sworn enemy in my past life - River Cane, the alpha of the Red Breeder pack. My heart raced, and for a moment, I wondered if my rebirth had been some cruel trick orchestrated by my tormentors. But the look in River's eyes was different, a mixture of surprise and uncertainty. He seemed to be as shocked as I was. "Annalise?" he uttered my name with a hint of disbelief. I nodded slowly, unable to find my voice. Memories of our bitter rivalry flooded back, and I couldn't forget how we had

The fact that he had even seen Eva surpass normal Drogar in a few ways had nagged at him. Perhaps he just didn’t want to believe something like that was possible. In the end, he had to relent. Szereth slumped into his seat as realization fully dawned on him. “Well, that just makes gods-damned sense, doesn’t it?” he said. “Ancestors from every species coming back from time to haunt the living.” “There goes captain grumpy again,” said Alevos. “Don’t you realize that you’re currently the only sponsor who has a Reborn human in their roster? And that the odds are greatly in our favor instead of against?”

Five years in exile gutted my wolf. Then he dragged me back with fake apologies and a second-chance smile. Didn't even last a day. Emily poisoned me. My pup—finally in my arms—died saving me. The Moon Goddess hit rewind. This time? Nobody touches me or my pup. *** I barely made it back to the manor, potion in my bag, when I ran smack into James and Emily heading out. Hand went straight to the vial. Locked eyes with James. Didn't say a word.